Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.